Poetry

The little things that make me want to scream!

It’s never just one thing at a time.

All I want is to be able to solve one problem

Before I have I to deal with another.

Unfortunately life is never fair.

My five minutes of peace is done.

Time to tackle the problems for the day.

I don’t want to get up

I want to sleep

But I promised work

I would go in

I don’t want to get up

I want to sleep in

But promises broken

Means nobody wins

So I will get up

I won’t sleep in

Breakfast will be eaten

And I will go in

If not for my friends

I would lie down in a puddle.

The tears would stream

Faster than the choking sobs.

Misery would be my constant companion

Instead a smile, a hand and a warm hello.

I am stronger because of them.

I can do more because of them.

I care.

And I know they care too.

Too proud to ask for help.

Guilty if I refuse.

Guilty if I accept.

The shame of needing to ask

Prevents the actual asking.

Pride is so stupid!

There was a time

When light would shine

Upon the ones

Who loved the sun.

Now the bright days

Are gone

For the trolls have stayed

And won.

Or have they?

I still see

Flickers of flames

Burning

Without troll shame.